Practicing Our Earth Skills

[Braeden Quinn]

Braeden's mother was teaching Earth Skills, which meant she has to be the best at it. She didn't really enjoy it, but she was going to master it as best as she could--which was why she had asked her partner to come over and help her with some of the concepts before the big test. Bellamy Blake was a year younger then her, though currently they were at that overlapping few months were they were the same age. She liked him, thought he was hot and nice, and kick butt at Earth Skills. Which was why she needed his help.

Her Dad had called him resourceful, when he had saw him in class--which made her like him all the more. They had casually flirted some, but this was their first one on one time. Braeden opened the door when she heard the knock and stood back to let him and shut it behind him. "Hey, Bellamy! My Dad is on duty tonight, and my mother is visiting her mother. She'd sick. So it's just us tonight." Her mother had not liked it, but had not stopped it either. She trusted her daughter. "Thanks for coming over."

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

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Bellamy was looking forward to tonight. He didn't often hang out with friends or spend too much time away from home. It was mostly for classes, and then he would come back to spend time with Octavia. But tonight, he had a study date with one of his classmates. He quite enjoyed whatever time they did manage to spend together. She was gorgeous, intelligent, had a personality that showed her strength among many other things . . . it was fair to say that Bellamy had a thing for her. Though he didn't quite know what to do with that. It wasn't as if he could start dating anyone.

He informed his mother and Octavia where he was going to be, heading out as soon as hs mother had gotten home so that Octavia wouldn't be by herself. Once he got there, he knocked on the door, smiling when Braeden opened it. She looked good . . . better than good. But that was not a rarity for her. She was beautiful and Bellamy was doing all he could to keep himself composed and not show that he was taken by her.

"It's no problem," he said when she thanked him, stepping inside when the space was offered. He wasn't a teacher's pet, but he enjoyed the classes he took. Then again, he figured it could score some points with Braeden by getting along well with her mom. Speaking of which . . . "Sorry to hear that," he said sincerely when Braeden informed him that her grandmother was sick. "She gonna be ok?" He asked politely, wondering if it was too personal a question. He didn't want to pry, but also wanted to offer his compassion where he could.

[Braeden Quinn]

Braeden knew that her grandmother might not be alive much longer, they all knew. The limits of medicine were almost up, and then it would just be able waiting until she was too sick to keep going. Still that was not what she wanted to talk about with Bellamy, so she smiled and just shrugged, "For tonight she will be fine. She has medicines." She just knew it would not be that way forever.

"I thought we could study in my room," Because she liked the idea of him there. It felt forbidden, and she wanted to be in her space with him. With her stuff around him. Their house was small, only having a main room, and two small rooms for bedrooms. Her bed had to be folded back to fit them both in there, but she had left it down so they could sit on it and talk about Earth Skills. "That ok?" Leading the way, Braeden walked into her room and sat by the pillows, pulling the Earth Skills book before her. She wore a sweater full of tiny holes and worn leggings, so everything was covered, but she still wanted to make sure he thought her pretty, so Braeden let the sweater fall off one shoulder. There was only room for him to sit on the bed, or stand by it. She wanted him sitting on it. "You can sat anywhere. My Dad says you are good. He doesn't say that about everyone." It was a complement.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

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Bellamy gave a bit of a nod when she explained the situation with her grandmother. He wasn't going to ask for details since it really wasn't his business. Instead, he focused on the reason that he was actually here. She suggested that they study in her room and followed her lead into it. "Yeah, that sounds good." Her room. A place of privacy. He never had his own room. His entire apartment was probably the size of her one room.

But he wasn't about to complain. He was well aware of the class differences on the Ark. He stood in the room, his eyes scanning the room as she gave him permission to sit anywhere. He was really tempted to sit on the bed, but that may be too forward of him. Though when she told him to sit anywhere, there seemed to only be one option. The bed. Concealing any over eagerness, he stoically made his way to the bed and sat next to her, though left a respectable distance. "That's nice of him to say. Especially since your dad is an extremely respected guy," Bellamy said with a bit of a smile. Truth be told, he felt proud for that -- to know that someone said he was good. It made him feel flattered.

But it wasn't exactly cool of him to over play that. He would just give enough of a hint so that she knew he was appreciative of it. Setting his bag down, he pulled out their Earth Skills book, as she had hers on the ready. "So the test is on Chapters 1 to 4. Do you wanna start at the beginning?" He asked as he proceeded to pull out his notes. It was hard to focus on actual work with her sitting right there -- looking gorgeous as always -- and the fact that they were sitting in here room. But he was trying really hard to stay on task. She sure wasn't making it easy for him though.

[Braeden Quinn]

"That's nice of him to say. Especially since your dad is an extremely respected guy," Braeden smiled at his words, pleased that he thought of her father that way. She knew he was well respected, but hearing it made her happy. She was her father's daughter in every way. His pride, was her pride. Bellamy made his way over tot he bed, and sat down. Braeden moved closer to him so she could pretend to look over the notes. "You're really warm." She told him, with a small smile, even though she wasn't cold--she liked Bellamy and wanted to be near him.

"So the test is on Chapters 1 to 4. Do you wanna start at the beginning?" Chapter 1 was the boring introduction, and she knew that one. Sasquatch and other myths of the Earth. It was meant to be an introduction, but in truth she wasn't interested in that. "Maybe not chapter 1. I don't think that will be on the test too much." She told him, really hoping it wasn't.

Pausing for a moment she asked him another question. "What do you think it's really like. Earth. I know we'll never see it, but . . . do you ever think about if we could?"

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

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Bellamy paused when she said that he was really warm, turning his head to look at her. Noticing that she was rather close. "Thanks," he said as both a statement and question. He wasn't sure if it was a compliment, but he was getting a bit . . . nervous, being so near her. She was making him feel things that he had never quiet explored before. Fortunately however, he was managing to refrain from showing anything too revealing of how he felt. Or what she was making him feel for that matter.

"We can review it in the end then," he suggested, trying to stay focused on the work. He wouldn't assume that something wasn't on the test. He'd rather study it all just to be sure. She asked what Earth was like and he often wondered about the same thing. He wondered about the freedom it could provide. The liberty. For not only himself, but his sister. There would not havee to be laws about second children. They could all just . . . live.

Free from such harsh punishments and overly strict rules. "I do," he said, when she asked if he ever thought about it. "It seems really beautiful." But he was looking at her when he was saying this, the word used to describe her, rather than how Earth was depicted. "The paintings of it, and descriptions about it in books from so many authors, make it sound fascinating." Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious -- a word he had read once in a book, and it took him a few tries before he could actually read it out loud. But it seemed to be a fitting word to describe what Earth could be.

[Braeden Quinn]

He was talking about Earth, and Braeden agreed. Earth seemed so peaceful, and quite. She wished she could see it one day. "I agree." She said while watching his face. Still there was more she wanted to ask him, but the topic of Earth was distracting. She knew that their children's children might see it, but she wished she could. She wanted to smell it, and see what it was light to not be here.

Smiling up at him, Braeden changed the subject. "Have you asked anyone tot he dance next week?" Because she was really hoping he would ask her! "No one has asked me yet." Which was only a slight lie, because she'd been asked but she'd said no. She was looking for the question from him. Braeden was also looking at him expectantly, hoping he would get the hint and ask her. "I was sort of hoping someone would ask me, but he hasn't yet." Another hint.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

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THE HELL WE WANT

It was becoming increasingly clear that studying was not happening right away . . . and Bellamy had absoluely no complaints about that. He was enjoying the time with Braeden; coming over for the purpose of studying, but rather, engaging in this conversation with her . . . and sitting in her room. Now they were talking about the dance. Truth be told, Bellamy didn't plan on going. If his mom wasn't home, he would stay in with Octavia. Sometimes he felt guilty for going to these events, knowing that his sister would never be able to. The guilt was enough to prevent him from going . . . yet there was a great temptation.

One that made it seem fairly obvious that she was wanting someone to ask her. It couldn't be a coincidence that she was making a point of asking if he ahd asked anyone, revealing that she had not been asked, and then hinting to the fact that he wanted a certain someone to ask her. "Really? No one's asked you?" It might have been a dumb thing to say, but he was surprised. He had overheard some of the other guys talking about how hot she was -- he found it surprising that none of them had tried to ask her yet.

"I haven't asked anyone either," he admitted. That much was true. He didn't plan on going but now . . . that might just change. He wanted to ask her, very much so, but wondered if he should check with his mom first. "Do you want to go with me?" So much for that. The question came out by itself, as if Bellamy hadn't given a second thought about it. For once, he was acting on his heart's desire rather than what his brain told him. And it didn't feel that bad.

[Braeden Quinn]

"Really? No one's asked you?" No one she wanted too, and that really was all that was important, right? "No." She told him, not about to change her answer before she had what she wanted. "I haven't asked anyone either," Even better! Had he said otherwise then this would have been embarrassing him. Bellamy was so hot, and she really wanted to go with him. Plus, there was something about him. Something that drew her toward him.

"Do you want to go with me?" Braeden smiled brightly, clearly happy that he asked her. "Yes, I would!" She told him, "I was hoping you would ask me." It was why she had invited him over, and why she had said no one had asked her. Watching his face, she moved closer so they sat beside each other, and then leaned in to kiss his 'cheek' though her lips touched the corner of her's. Pulling back she blushed slightly, and bit her lip. Her hand that was on the bed was so close that it almost touched him. "I can't wait."

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

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Despite his effort to conceal it, he felt nervous on the inside. It was fortunate that he had mastered the skill of keeping his outward demanour stoic, guarded, and steeled. It came with having to keep the secret of an illegal child. He had learned to withhold reactions and emotions as such so to not raise suspicions. Though he imagined if he didn't, then this would be the time that he looked nervous. But instead, he just kept the same expression, feeling his heart beat faster in anticipation of her answer.

Her answer put any fears and uncertainties he had to rest. It was a genuine response, not a pity acceptance. Besides, Braeden never seemed like the girl whow as afraid of telling someone how she felt or exactly what was on her mind. It was a quality that he found all the more attractive about her. He smiled at her answer, the curve of his lips growing a bit more when she said that she had been hoping he would ask. She moved closer to him, leaned toward him to kiss his cheek. There was something different about the kiss. He had kissed females before but . . . he actually realy liked this one. Or well, liked was an understatement. She caused things to stir within him that he hadn't quite explored before. Things that he wanted to explore.

Very . . . physical things. His eyes had been locked onto hers, his smile still in place. He wanted nothing more than to kiss her in this moment, but decided that he would save it for the dance. Instead, he moved his hand so that it went to hers, casually holding it. "Me neither," he answered sincerely, bringing her hand to his lips to kiss the back of it. He had often read in books about chivalry and stuff, and found himself wanting to woo her. To be a gentleman. She was the first person he met that he wanted to take that time and effort with. "I'm actually more excited than I could ever be to go," he added on. "Because I'm going with you." They weren't just words to flatter her. They were a genuine fact.

[Braeden Quinn]

He told her that he was excited even more to go to the dance, and Braeden smiled brightly! He moved to hold her hand, and then bring it to his lips, kissing the back of it. She laughed softly, "Like the knights in chapter 2." She teased, also giving away that she might know more then she let on about Earth history. Braeden stood up and moved to stand before him in the little space she had between the wall and her bed.

Her hands took his hands, and she smiled at him--for once being on equal height as him since she was sitting. "Do you want to walk me there and back?" She could get there on her own, but she liked the idea of knights and protectors--only she wanted to be one rather then be a princess. "My parents wont be home that night either. They are going to the dance for adults." Which meant she was hoping that maybe he would come over to hang out for a little while. Maybe let them have a few kisses before he had to go. "They will be there all night, because my father works it, and my mother wants to keep him company."

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

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He continued to smile when she referenced the knights in the chapter in their book. Well, at least they were studying after all . . . applying the matieral to real life applications. "Despite what other books say, I'll hopefully prove that chivalry is not actually dead," he said jokingly -- not entirely in jest. Being raised by a single mother, and rasiing a sister, he'd learned to respect women. And Bellamy really wanted to make the dance special for her. He never wanted to give her a reason to regret going with him, when she could have chosen anyone else.

Especially since he was not among the privileged. She was. She could have preferred someone of closer class to her own . . . but that clearly wasn't the kind of person she was, and he liked her all the mroe for it. His smile remained as she stood up and took her hands into his own. He wondered if he too should stand, but then figured that being across from each other in this way made it easier to converse. She then asked him a question that was easier to answer now that they officially had a date. "I'd like that, a lot," he told her, in response. She also seemed to be wanting to make it known that they would be there all night . . . which meant, they could have the place to themselves.

But he didn't want to be too presuptuious. He would go along with her comfort level since she asked him if he wanted to walk her there, and back. They would see how things went, rather than him presume too much. That may just make him come off like a creep. "The dance starts at 6. Do you want me to come then? Or, do you want to be fashionably late?" He asked teasingly, a small smirk playing on his features. He knew how girls could be about getting ready. He just wanted to be a proper escort for her. Some preferred to be late, some preferred to be right on time. Bellamy didn't know how long he could get away for, and these parties were usually right on time because of all the regulations, chaperones, and everything else in place for such events.

[Braeden Quinn]

Braeden Quinn was not missing a second of the dance, and if Bellamy Blake thought he could get her there late then he had another thing coming! "I rather not be late," She answered him; though her mind was still thinking about the knight analogy he had made. She liked that he knew what he was talking about! Knights, and dashing heroes! "Maybe we can go as knights? Dress in sliver or something?" She asked, trying to plan their night together.

It was seconds after that she heard the door open, and her eyes went wide! "My mother! She is back early!" She whispered, laughing! She knew they were not supposed to be in here alone! In the main room yes, but not in her bed room! Laughing silently, she looked at her door and then back at him. "If I go distract her, and ask her to walk me to the mess hall, can you sneak out?" Clearly she wasn't supposed to have him here! "Please." She hated to ask him but it was better then getting caught!

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

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First they were planning an oufit . . . the next second, she was telling him that her mother was back early and asking him to sneak out. From his understanding, her parents were ok with him coming over. Or was that untrue? Or was it the fact that they were in her room? Yeah, he could definitely see that as being an issue with parents. "Not at all," he told her. He was rather used to sneaking around . . . hiding things -- and people. The amount of times he and his mother had to cover things up . . . well, he was able to handle this. He gave her a reassuring smile and nod, waiting patiently as she exited the room.

He continued to wait, even after the door was closed, needing enough time to pass so that they wouldn't cross each other in the hall as it may get him caught coming out of her apartment. Once he felt enough time had passed, he shoved his books in his bag and stepped out into the hall, walking quickly back to his own apartment. He spent the rest of the day at home, actually studying for the quiz while suggesting that he may be going to the dance.

His mother held no objections -- but rather seemed encouraging of it. He didn't usually go to these social parties, but this particular one, he really wanted to go to. He also asked if they had anything silver he could wear, and his mother told him she would try to get some pieces of cloth together to make him something. He left out the part about having a date, not needing to advertise it . . . but he did inform his mother that he may be home late. Fortuantely, she wasn't needed elsewhere so she could stay with Octavia for the night. Which meant, Bellamy could truly enjoy the party and more importantly, the person he was going with.

[Braeden Quinn]

Her dress and mask were sliver, and she felt like a real knight--only one in a dress rather then armor! She was here with Bellamy, and dancing as best as she could to impress him! They had spent time together since their study date had been ruined, but so far they'd done really done any more kissing!

She wanted tonight to be that night! She was going to take him back to her place, and sit on the couch, and make sure he kissed her a few times before he left! As the song ended, she laughed, letting her arms come down from where they were waving in the air, and settle around his neck. "Are you ready to head out?" She asked him, wanting to make sure they had time at her place before her parents came home--they were not supposed to be home early but she wanted to still have time with him.